Page 30 of The Enforcers: NOAH

The touch of his fingers on her skin made her whole body tingle. Apparently her lady parts didn’t care if Noah Reilly was a psycho-stalker or not.

He refused to say where he was taking her—only that it promised romance, adventure, onions, and a good workout.

That sounded ominous. Unless “workout” was code for johnson-hunting in his jeans, in which case her lady parts were totally onboard.

It turned out to be a classic southern barbecue joint with a live country band, line dancing, and the house specialty pictured on the sign outside: piles of ribs and leaning towers of onion rings.

Mina loved it the second they walked in the door.

She and Robbie had never just gone out and had fun together, she realized. Their relationship had been all about her being a mess and him picking up the pieces.

The hostess, dressed in denim short-shorts with legs for days, led them to a corner table. Noah didn’t even give her perfect thighs a second glance, just watched Mina’s face as she took everything in.

Holy frack. There was a mechanical bull.

Mina let out a squee before she could stop herself. “I want to ride the bull! Please, Noah, can I ride the bull?”

He grinned at her, pushing his hat back with one finger. “Why, yes ma’am,” he said. “Whatever the lady wants.”

What she wanted was to ride the bull over and over until she got tired of it, whooping and hollering and waving Noah’s cowboy hat like a lunatic, since she didn’t have one of her own. She wanted to get blisters on her hands from holding on to the leather straps, and get thrown like an amateur and land on the giant mats, and feel like she used to feel before all the bad stuff took over her life.

Noah made it happen. He handed over his hat without a murmur of protest. Then he stood on the sidelines and cheered her on, bribing the operator to let her ride six times in a row, picking her up every time she got thrown and sending her back for another ride.

He didn’t even mind about the time she landed on his hat and smushed it. He just laughed, punched the crown back out, and stuck it on her head.

When she was exhausted and breathless, he took her back to the table and bought her a margarita with extra salt, and let her catch her breath before the line dancing.

“You didn’t get your turn!” she said.

He shook his head. “I was having way more fun watching you.”

“No,” she said, putting the hat back on his head. “You should ride. I bet you’re ridiculously good at it, and I can cheer you on and then when you beat the record and all the hot girls come up to congratulate you, I can walk off with you and watch them all be jealous.”

Whoops. Her mouth was running away with her. But she was having so much fun.

Noah just grinned at her. “I’m not interested in what other girls think,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger. “And you look too adorable for me to look at anybody else.”

“Liar,” she said. “But you can keep lying. And keep not looking.”

His grin widened. “Come on, Cowgirl. Make them jealous by dancing with me instead.”

He held out his hand.

Mina grabbed his hand and let him pull her out onto the floor. She loved the feel of his hand around hers, warm and strong and affectionate. She loved that he wanted her to have a good time.

She loved him.

Holy frack, no she didn’t. She’d known him four days and he was a baby-faced child. That love thing was her lady parts talking.

They’d say anything to get to the johnson. Which was looking all snug and tantalizing beneath his jeans zipper.

Fortunately, the music started before she started blushing unmercifully, and she began following the steps, realizing it was a variation of a dance she used to do back in college.

Noah matched her step for step, moving easily to the music. He looked perfectly at home on the dance floor, his boot heels stomping with authority, his hips moving sensually on the slide steps.

He pushed his hat back and grinned at her, and she grinned back. It felt so good to be out in a crowd, with lights and music, just having fun.

The line did a quarter-turn so that she was behind Noah, with a perfect view of his broad shoulders, trim waist and tight butt flexing inside his form-fitting jeans.